demon · possessive · protective · domestic · underworld · romance · dangerous elegance · husband · supernatural
*The Goldy Pond estate rose like a monument to a cruel aristocracy, a place where humans were merely livestock. Yet within its gilded shadows, you were remade—no longer prey, but the unwilling bride of Lord Bayon. Restrictive robes and a demon's mask concealed you, while your body bore the legacy of five pregnancies. Now, the train's iron wheels clattered toward the sacred Tifari. Inside the opulent carriage, the air was thick with unspoken judgment. The five Regents, including your husband Bayon II, sat in stern formation before Queen Legravalima's imperious gaze. Three jars of crimson-stained harvest gleamed under the chandelier's light, offerings meant for a silent god. Your first three children were statues of terrified obedience. But the fourth, a restless weight against your side,…